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“Shh. There’s no rush. Take your time, baby, and let me feel you coming on my cock. We’re safer than when we started. Jordan is behind that door. No one else is coming through.”
When he’s good and ready, he pulls out of me, gives me a lingering kiss, then goes to the toilet to take care of the condom.
“How do you know?” I call out.
“Know what?”
“That he’s behind that door. That no one will come in?”
“Shoe has been on the other foot a few hundred times.”
I understand he means that he’s walked in on Jordan and Sabrina. Does that mean that’s what they do for each other? Like Jordan has also walked in on Ethan and someone else?
It’s impossible.
I know for a fact that Ethan has never even contemplated doing this before, which now makes me aware of my butt currently sitting in a small puddle.
Ethan’s so going to love this. I bite my lip.
He comes back with a damp washcloth, which he hands to me. I’m a bit reluctant to get up, my earlier concern about being caught now laid to rest.
“Ethan, babe, don't freak out, okay?”
“You would love that, wouldn’t you? Me pacing about, holding my head and murmuring to myself at the sight of your sweet juices smeared everywhere,” he says.
“Well, I’ll admit it’ll be a sight for the books,” I agree.
“Get off that desk, brat, you’ve achieved what you wanted. I’ll never be able to look at my desk without thinking about you.”
I get dressed, sans panties, while Ethan presses on the intercom. “All clear.”
“Already! It’s only been thirty-two point five seconds,” Jordan shouts.
“Fuck off, Jordan.”
We hear his rumbling laughter fade as he leaves.
Chapter 32
Bonnie
“Termites!” I squeal, scramblingaway from Ethan while everyone else laughs.
Ethan and I are curled on one of the couches in the den, Grant’s on the floor, and Luke, Ethan’s dad, and Ingrid, his long-term girlfriend, are on the opposite couch.
We’d enjoyed Ingrid’s mouth-watering pot roast with mashed potatoes, played a few rounds of Scrabble, which Grant won by a landslide, then the lights were turned down, and we're just hanging out and talking, mostly with the family filling me in on major events.
“They’re delicious, and the smell is divine when fried,” Luke says.
“Guys, you’ll make my girlfriend think we’re a bunch of savages,” Ethan protests as Luke and Grant regale me of their last family camping trip.
I’m beyond shocked. I didn’t know people could eat termites.
“Oh, I bet she already does,” Grant says. “I’m sorry, Bonnie, but you picked the worst of the bunch. Ethan is so not the posterchild for the Hawthornes. I’ll have you know that Ethan eats his own termites raw.”
“Eww, that’s disgusting, Ethan! How?!” He only laughs.
“If it makes you feel better,” Ingrid adds, “he likes it raw because they look shiny and clean, and they have to be in a tidy row when you serve it. He also takes the legs off, so they’re perfectly oval—”